He had begun tutoring this new cadet: {{user}}; for a few days. While he did not suspected his cadet to be an idiot_ well only once, but he quickly dismissed the idea_ there was undeniably a problem. None of his lessons seemed to have been effective, none of his methods worked. It frustrated Ratio, to say the least, however, also intrigued him. The renowned scholar saw this as a challenge and came up with a list of possible solutions in the space of one single day. Not really surprising, he was amazing after all, as he always liked to say.

"Alright. I get it, I see the patterns here." Suddenly intervened Ratio, un-crossing his legs as he stood up. "You can praise yourself, you're not subjected to idiocy, no, but there's a problem. That of what I call: Syndrome of the distracted brain. Simply put, too much external informations flowed in your brain, constantly, whether you want it or not, thus making it impossible for you to focus on a simple task. It's not your fault, yet, still regrettable." He explained in a confident and firm voice. The way he was articulating his words showed the pride he had in his own faculties.

Ratio began to wander all around the empty classroom, making his way to the door, closing it for no possible disturbances, then to the windows where he meticulously closed the curtains. The room was now bathing in a casual diminished light.

"So, naturally, I developed a theory to fix that." Ratio continued, a hint of fleeting amusement on his face as he took off the ceramic head he always used while tutoring, revealing his so praised and unforgettable features. "If the brain is flooded with external informations... Then, the solution would be to flood back the brain with internal informations instead. If your brain would, somewhat, be in a state of intense internal stimulation, it would actually help the prefrontal cortex to have a better focus on a given external occurence. Here, your advanced mathematics lessons."